Where is Mr. Gustin?
A bloodshed triggered by a harem?
Paige couldn’t care less about his nonsense, and turned to look at Artie, an uncle who had always stayed on the island, with a very urgent tone, “Uncle Artie, that tree, the one that looked like it was dying but kept blooming and bearing fruit, how was it cut down? Who cut it down?”
Master Chris was old and had been staying in the shack, so he was a little confused when he heard this.
Artie knew about that tree, though. Paige had really liked that tree when she was still on the island and often went there for a walk.
But he had been taking care of the old lady recently, so he didn’t know what was going on either. He just asked, “Was the tree cut down?”
“I know, I know!” Bastion jumped up from his folding chair and said, “Quint did it!”
“Who’s Quint?”
Paige searched her mind and couldn’t remember such a person at all.
“Why is it him again?” Artie frowned, his face sinking, and looked at Paige, saying, “Little Paige, when you first left the island, everyone was still in order. Then Quint came. He offended some big shot, and was sent to the island in the name of mental illness.”
“This person is a scoundrel. Relying on a little martial arts, he gradually gathered a small gang, doing everything from burning and looting to killing. Later, he wanted to rule the entire Wind Island and make us all his slaves.”
Artie sighed and put a hand on Bastion’s shoulder. “Naturally, the rest of us refused to submit to him, so we used some homemade weapons you left behind to drive him off a few times. Quint then went up into the mountains, occasionally sending a few subordinates down to loot food and capture people to serve him as slaves. If anyone disobeyed, he would kill them, chop up their bodies into large pieces, and throw them into the shack to warn us.”
“I never thought this place would become a primitive society again,” said Kevin, who clearly remembered that when he arrived, the island was still warm and welcoming.
“Such a man, and you don’t resist?” Dr. Clinton found it hard to believe.
“Quint is now considered a king who occupies the mountain. He rarely comes down from the mountain, but he sends his subordinates down. He has also built some defensive facilities on the mountain. He also keeps poisonous snakes. Some people who went up there were bitten to death by snakes before they even met Quint,” Artie said. It’s not that they don’t want to resist, but most of them are old, weak, sick, or disabled, and they don’t have the ability to resist.
“Why did he cut down the trees?” Paige asked in puzzlement.
“Because you are highly regarded by everyone, Quint has never been satisfied with that, and he wants to take your place. He wants to show everyone that he is the only king on this island,”
Artie said, “A few days ago, he sent someone to try to destroy the house you lived in, and everyone fought to protect it. I guess he was even more unhappy, so he resorted to such a tactic, happy to chop down a tree.”
“…”
Paige didn’t expect this to be the reason, and her face turned cold. She looked at Bastion, “The three people who beat you up today were also his subordinates?”
“Yes, he wanted to take your whip, so of course I wouldn’t let him have it!”
Bastion stood there angrily, ‘Sister Paige, Quint has killed a lot of people, and my brother-in-law was also captured by them! We don’t know if he’s dead or alive.”
“Why didn’t you say anything sooner about something so big?’ Paige frowned.
“Alfredo was captured and taken up the mountain two days ago, and body parts were thrown down. It is estimated that he is dead.”
Artie felt a little uncomfortable, “The mountain is dangerous at ordinary times, and there are many poisons. Now, with the addition of the vicious Quint, no one wants you to take risks. They think that after leaving here, they can let them grow old and die on this island.
Grow old and die?
Cut down her tree and expect to grow old and die? Dream on!
Paige stood there, her pale face stained with blood, her eyes, illuminated by the firelight, slowly oozing with determination. www. biqiku. net
She opened her lips and said coldly, “Kevin, Dr. Clinton, call the men and prepare to go up the mountain!”
She had even made it out of the snowy mountains of D-Country, so she was not afraid of Wind Island, a small, lonely mountain.
“Yes, Miss.” Dr. Clinton immediately stood up straight.
Kevin also nodded, “Yes, right away.”
…
Enrico arrived leisurely after Dr. Clinton and Kevin had organized the manpower.
In the darkness of night, there were three men who had been caught at the front of the line. They were the ones who had bullied Bastion during the day.
Paige had been on her guard then and had them arrested, and now it came in handy.
“Go ahead and take us to Quint,” Paige ordered coldly as she stood in front of them.
The three men, either crippled or without arms, were already scared by the large group in front of them, and nodded hurriedly upon hearing the words, “Yes, yes.”
“Paige, we were forced to do it. If we didn’t listen to Quint, he would have killed us. He is good at martial arts, and we also don’t… ah!”
A scream.
Paige lifted her leg and kicked the man who was talking to the ground, “Don’t waste my time, go!”
“…”
Enrico stood to the side, looking at Paige’s angry little face and raising an eyebrow.
This was complete anger.
The three subordinates didn’t dare say anything and immediately walked forward, limping and leading the way.
Paige followed.
“Sister Paige, Sister Paige!” A voice came urgently.
Paige turned her head and saw Bastion running over, rolling and crawling, afraid of missing a step, running all the way to her, raising the well-wound whip in his hand, “Paige, sister, the whip, your whip.”
The whip was made of white tiger skin, snow-white all over, with streaks of dark lines embedded in it. Even before it was unfurled, it was already imposing enough to intimidate people.
This whip was her weapon when she was on the island, and the handle was a bit old.
All the people with evil intentions had suffered from the whip.
Now that she had a gun, the whip was really not a good weapon, but seeing Bastion panting and with a band-aid on his face, she still took it and said, “Thank you.”
“Paige, you are the only king on Wind Island!” Bastion stood there, his big eyes looking at her, almost reverently.
Paige didn’t say anything, reached out and rubbed his head, and then turned around and walked on.
Quint’s decision to settle on the hill had been a wise one. He could observe the situation in the shack from above, and today he should also be able to observe the numerous tents set up below, knowing that someone had arrived.
But he probably still didn’t know what the people were doing here, so the safest thing to do was to stay on the hill and wait and see what happened.
“What are you walking so far ahead for? Let them go in front,” came a cold voice.
It was Enrico.
Dr. Clinton, carrying a heavy medical kit, turned to look at Enrico, who had returned, and for a moment, he didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. He was happy that Mr. Gustin hadn’t been killed, but sad that the “they” in Mr. Gustin’s mouth seemed to include him as well.
I was worried about you, but you want me to be a suicide bomber.
For a moment, Dr. Clinton felt very sad, and silently stepped behind Kevin.
“…” Kevin looked at him speechlessly.
Paige also heard Enrico’s voice, and looking back at his handsome face, her voice was cold, “If you want to go too, just follow slowly behind, if you dare to do anything, I’ll have someone carry you back to the cruise ship.”